Idea after idea turned down, he's yelling at me again. I did some of my best work why is it still not enough? Door slams in my face, why do I put up with this jerk, well back to the drawing board, I'll try again. Back at my place, my mind still going, I can hear his words they won't shut up. Try to pick up the pen oh God I'm going to be sick, I just can't do this anymore, I want the doubts to stop screaming in my head. Leave my place get in my car, drive to the highest point the bridge I'll go there. Once a place to clear my head now other thoughts take over, should I get out of the car, no need soon it will all be over.
Pulled from the waves, he's called to identify my remains. From the time he gets there to the time he goes home he hears my voice calling out to him, it's your fault. You did this, you made me do it, you left me no other choice. You broke my spirit, my will, l had nothing left that you didn't steal from me. He sits in the dark with my voice ringing in his ears, finally looking up he sees something come from the shadows. An image of someone now gone speaking to him asking him still for his approval.
Eyes grow wide, hands clench a rapidly beating heart, while words from this image continue to come forth. Are you afraid, are you scared, is this what you wanted your words to produce? As this happens he falls to the floor, breath no longer comes from his body, taken just like before is a life gone to soon. A story starts to form of a man who killed the spirit of another, thus in turn a man was killed by a spirit sent to repay the favor.
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